The chill on the tip of my nose seems like all the winds in the world will blow towards me. But if I defeat this winter, the spring with blooming flowers will come. There is no God-given thing. It is just a desperate effort to stand in front of you. Since I have decided to love you, I must love you until the end. The wind has an appointment with the flowers, and every year will not be lost. The sunset and the evening wind, morning and evening. Don't worry, Iwit iove You forever. Don't worry, I will love you forever.
I love you, like ebony, like roses. Even if thousands of years have passed, ebony will not decay, empires have changed, but roses are eternal. The rose-red Rose Lake and the forest-green Bohol Island seem to be unable to refuse. I hide the rose behind me and look forward to going on an appointment with you. I lean over and tell you "I love you" "Lift your head and let us meet in the warmer wind" "Poets prefer poetry and distance, while I prefer you and human fireworks. There are scenery in front of the mountains and behind them, and I am free whether there is wind or not."
Concept: Youth campus love